A day of waiting.
Our calendars and experience tell us that we only have to wait out this day,
Then tomorrow we will celebrate and dance and sing!
Then tomorrow we will read the story of Jesus’s return to life,
Tomorrow we will hear the angel’s words, “He is not here, he is risen as he said.”
Our calendar and experience tells us what we will celebrate tomorrow.
But that first Holy Saturday they did not have a calendar.
They did not know it was only one of three days.
They did not know when the fear and hiding would end.
Their world was uncertain and the future was unknown.
They did not know.
Father, that sounds familiar.
We don’t have a calendar for Covid 19,
We don’t know when the fear and isolating will end.
We don’t know when we will gather to celebrate and dance and sing.
On this Holy Saturday,
The day of waiting,
Please sustain our hope as we wait.
Our current reality is one long, uncertain, and wearying “Holy Saturday” existence.
We will wait,
We will care for each other,
We will maintain hope for a future day to gather, to celebrate, dance and sing.
We wait then we sing!
May it be so, Our Father who art in heaven.